I see it,
theater director Buurmann,
I see that right?
Here comes in your piece of the brains Mallorca - excuse: Their brains were only on the beach - so very beginnings of her estate who comes to the stage - sorry (or drama?): on the beach of course, you've done extremely heavy in your theater. (Hochachtung!) This sandy beach is now their leave just two deck chairs, a nearly naked man and a nearly naked woman, and there is now beginning to come to your presentation, about digging a little bit, but not a dog is a man, one with a Palestinian scarf (sic)! And then this digger of Arafat's grace again, he says nothing, is gone, and he is - I understand it, a theater director Buurmann? - Actually not even before, only in the seams Your beach scenes he directed the occasional umbrella or away, along with the lawn seating, a theater-like extra flat and without mystery.
But if your piece, theater director Buurmann, then an end is, is this man with the Palestinian scarf suddenly quite powerful as Tarzan in the sand, crying, but not for Jane and does not Liane, he shouts in Hebrew, that Allah super type is and does well in his trouser belt - then crashed into your speakers and the light flickers away. (I puhl in the ear and blink in disbelief, but stand in the dark.)
That is quite impressive, theater director Buurmann, and formed at IMAGE -Do now know that there was a suicide bomber at work and that you are in your staging urge on the amount of these so-terrible time of terror and fear of the Lord Schäuble.
wondering Yes it does, not, I have seen through Mr theater manager: They sow fear, irrational fears, because everyone give everyone, so you can always show up as a terrorist, especially if he is a black and white telltale scarf around his neck with (this stupid guy!) - just dug still in the sand and played the child to do nothing had them, but BOOM, and - no, you give yourself, a theater director Buurmann, not five, ten dead satisfied they can be executed like a thousand and a whole hotel, "Seek only to confuse the people to satisfy it's hard!" (Who said that?)
Yes, that's really weird, and fear: the sleeper has awakened! And everyone he can be, anyone who calls it a slightly treacherous appearance as his own, just a cloth or a Koran in his pocket, or maybe a big nose? Each also probably speak Basque or Irish-Catholic, is you could, theater director Buurmann be just right - but you want to be current, very contemporary in the threat range of our world and if your beach in New Zealand (my God, what transport costs for the you have imported sand!) you think so but probably right actually Borkum or Langeoog or Grömitz, Usedom or the Saaler Bodden upstream Darß even today, so even the most homely places, has faced warned the Home Office still not as dangerous territory - wrongly not before that your Sand as synonymous No-go areas.
you, a theater director Buurmann aim of our front yard, the knick-knacks here and there in Sülz: not more explosive-free zone! Above all, you accuse in your sandbox game as a threat to our (internal and real) allotment but everything that is culturally alien to any you may of us niederbombt, good people, yes, you say, a theater director Buurmann! Keep your eyes on love, people!, Call us, every stranger is a potential murderer!
Whether it so planned and wanted or thought or not, even if you are not one of them because all are on the far right nor the Schäuble, you plead but with this you terrorists figure out of the sand from nowhere, from the dullest or fear comes from the most rigorous Voruteil a new crusade, for the very, very large Big Brother and their victimization is unrestrained.
theater director Buurmann: frivolity, I hope you have been tricked - but you see now look around with care: that's you in that brown lighter-minded mood staging trodden ground, all brown - God grant you the "Narzi" in your own eyes to my slide into the Nazi!
The charge is violent, I know. He will wake you up, theater director Buurmann, and teach you manners - but no offense!
Schmiester your guardian angel.
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